Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapters 177 & 178 Falling Through Time/ We Could Make A Comeback

*Trisha*

[Is Nate ok?]

Evan Scofield doesn't usually text me. Mainly because there is no reason to. We are always together. It's almost one in the morning when I finally notice Evan's text. I turn and look over at Nate....next to me....naked... in bed sleeping. Do I feel evil for letting him use me to distract him? No, not at all. It felt good. Real good. And we've used each other before. No strings attached. Is it something I want to advertise to Scofield? Not really.

[He didn't drink, but it was a close one. Thanks for your help tonight. I can't believe I fucked up like that]

I wonder if it is too late to respond to Evan's message that was sent a little while ago but do it anyway. If he's sleeping he'll answer in the morning. But he's not. Evan responds right away.

[Don't beat yourself up over it, Trisha. He didn't drink, and that's what matters.]

I sigh, glance over at Nate again. Sweet Nate- now peacefully sleeping. His face relaxed, lips slightly parted, hair tussled from sex, yet still has that boyish look to him when asleep. I'd do anything for him. Anything at all. And I sure as hell don't want to be the one to cause his relapse.

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"Morning, Playboy," I smirk as Nate yawns and begins to wake up. I inch over to him and rest my head on his shoulder. 

"Morning...shit." Nate's voice is raspy, scratchy, practically gone. He has had issues with his vocal cords in the past, but this sounds bad. I sit up and give him a look.  

"That's it. No using your voice today until your interviews. I mean it. Your vocal cords are shot, Nate. You know what to do. Either text to talk or write it down on one of the little hotel notepads, ok?"

"Yes, Ma'am.." Nate answers, purposely breaking the rules to piss me off.

"I mean it!" I throw a pillow right at his face, making him laugh.

"Ok, ok," He whispers.

"C'mon. Shower time. Everyone will be here in less than an hour for breakfast. Then you have a meet and greet and a radio interview, so save your voice." I pull Nate out of bed with me, and we hit the shower together. In the back of my head, I'm cursing Richard for not understanding or meeting us halfway with the extra things scheduled during this tour. The man doesn't care about Nate's health or the fact that he's not bouncing back after each concert as quickly as he once did. I wonder what it's gonna take for him to allow Nate to slow down. 

Another heart attack?

Once everyone is here for our catered breakfast, I get right to it.

"He has to rest his voice," I explain, and make Nate a cup of hot tea with honey. "Text or write on this notepad only, got it Playboy?"

Nate nods. I then bite the bullet and tell them how I fucked up last night by not having all alcohol removed from the room.

"And you didn't drink anything? Not one sip?" Jonah asks with skepticism. Nate responds by writing on a hotel notepad. 

[I was close. Too close. Which means I'm not there yet. I'm no stronger than Julia right now.]

"You may never be strong enough when faced with a fridge full of booze. I know I'm not." Jonah admits, and Casey rubs his arm in a caring manner.

"I had to do the same thing in our room." Casey sighs. "It was... I just... I've never seen you like that." 

Oh no. Fuck! I wasn't even thinking about Jonah's room either. Heat rises to my face, and a knot forms in my stomach.